Crisis
The feast is over now
And all the curtains drawn
Time to pay the price
We've had it all
We can refuse to pay
Deny it altogether
It's still happening
It's still happening
This is happening
This is happening!
How did this get out of our hands?
The spirits that we cited missing our commands
We'd rather be burned at the stake
And that ain't fortune-telling, this is common sense
We used to live our lives
In oblivion
That there's another world
Outside our own
But when the levees break
We're on our hands and knees
And there's no way back
There is no way back
There is no way back
There is no way back
How did this get out of our hands?
The spirits that we cited missing our commands
We'd rather be burned at the stake
And that ain't fortune-telling, this is common sense
How many lies will we still have to face
And how much make-believe?
How many years will it still take from now
For all the world to see?
When there's snow in Arizona
Or a desert in Spain
And someday, someone'll say 'we might have stopped it!'
Back when it began
How did this get out of our hands?
The spirits that we cited missing our commands
We'd rather be burned at the stake
Burned at the stake
The last few days of summer slip away
Without the word to stop this crisis
The last few days of summer slip away
The flood is set to pour upon our heads
How did – how did this get?
Out of – out of our hands?
And all the curtains drawn
Time to pay the price
We've had it all
We can refuse to pay
Deny it altogether
It's still happening
It's still happening
This is happening
This is happening!
How did this get out of our hands?
The spirits that we cited missing our commands
We'd rather be burned at the stake
And that ain't fortune-telling, this is common sense
We used to live our lives
In oblivion
That there's another world
Outside our own
But when the levees break
We're on our hands and knees
And there's no way back
There is no way back
There is no way back
There is no way back
How did this get out of our hands?
The spirits that we cited missing our commands
We'd rather be burned at the stake
And that ain't fortune-telling, this is common sense
How many lies will we still have to face
And how much make-believe?
How many years will it still take from now
For all the world to see?
When there's snow in Arizona
Or a desert in Spain
And someday, someone'll say 'we might have stopped it!'
Back when it began
How did this get out of our hands?
The spirits that we cited missing our commands
We'd rather be burned at the stake
Burned at the stake
The last few days of summer slip away
Without the word to stop this crisis
The last few days of summer slip away
The flood is set to pour upon our heads
How did – how did this get?
Out of – out of our hands?
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